Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Skarface,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.